Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Dost come to keep the door Ascapart. My reparations hither is to speak with the Gentlewoman here that drunk with your worship at the Dutchhouse of meeting. Drunk with me, you lie, not drunk with me: but i'faith what wouldst with the Women? they are a-bed: art not a midwife? one of 'em told me thou wert a night woman. I ha' brought some women a-bed, in my time Sir. I and some young men too, hast not Pandora? how now! where's this noise. I'll commit your worship. To the Stocks? art a justice? shalt not commit me: dance first i'faith, why scrapers, appear under the wenches Comical Window, byth' Lord! Uds Daggers? cannot sin be set ashore once in a reign upon your Country quarters, but it must have fiddling? what set of Villains are you, you perpetual Ragamuffins? The Town Consort Sir. Consort with a pox? cannot the shaking of the sheets be danced without your Town piping? nay then let all hell roar I beseech you Sir, put up yours, and we'll put up ours: Play you lousy Hungarians: see, look the maypole is set up, we'll dance about it: keep this circle Maquerelle. I am no mackerel, and i'll keep no Circles. Play, life of Pharaoh play, the Bawd shall teach me a Scotch jig. Bawd! I defy thee and thy jigs whatsoever thou art: were I in place where, I'd make thee prove thy words. I would prove 'em Mother best be trust: why do not I know you Granam? and that Sugar-loaf? ha! do I not Magara. I am none of your Megs, do not nickname me so: I will not be nicked. You will not: you will not: how many of my name (of the Glowworms) have paid for your furred Gowns, thou Woman's broker. No Sir, I scorn to be beholding to any glow-worm that lives upon Earth for my fur: I can keep myself warm without Glowworms. Canst sing woodpecker? come sing and wake 'em. Would you should well know it, I am no singing Woman. howl then! 'sfoot sing, or howl, or I'll break your Ostrich Eggshell there. My Egg hurts not you, what do you mean to flourish so. Sing Madge, Madge, sing Owlet. How can I sing with such a sour face— I am haunted with a cough and cannot sing. One of your Instruments mountebanks, come, here clutch: clutch. Alas Sir, I'm an old woman, and know not how to clutch an instrument. Look mark to and fro as I rub it: make a noise: it's no matter: any hunts up, to waken vice. I shall never rub it in tune. Will you scrape? So you will let me go into the parties, I will saw, & make a noise. Do then: shatt into the parties, and part 'em: shalt my lean Lana.
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Dost come to keepe the dore Ascapart. My reparations hether is to speake with the Gentlewoman here that drunke with your worshippe at the Dutchhouse of meeting. Drunke with mee, you lie, not drunke with me: but 'faith what wou'dst with the Women? they are a bed: art not a mid-wife? one of hem told mee thou wert a night woman. I ha brought some women a bed, in my time Sir. I and some yong-men too, ha'st not Pandora? howe now! where's this noyse. Ile commit your worship. To the Stockes? art a Iustice? shalt not commit mee: dance first 'faith, why scrapers, appeare vnder the wenches Comicall Window, byth' Lord! Vds Daggers? cannot sinne be set a shore once in a raigne vpō your Country quarters, but it must haue fidling? what set of Villaines are you, you perpetuall Ragamuffins? The Towne Consort Sir. Consort with a pox? cannot the shaking of the sheets be danc'd without your Town piping? nay then let al hel rore I beseech you Sir, put vp yours, and wee'le put vp ours: Play you louzie Hungarians: see, looke the Maipole is set vp, weele dance about it: keepe this circle Maquerelle. I am no Mackrell, and ile keepe no Circles. Play, life of Pharao play, the Bawde shall teach mee a Scotch Iigge. Bawd! I defie thee and thy Iigges whatseuer thou art: were I in place where, Ide make thee proue thy wordes. I wud proue 'hem Mother best be trust: why doe not I know you Granam? and that Suger-loafe? ha! doe I not Magar. I am none of your Megges, do not nick-name me so: I will not be nickt. You will not: you will not: how many of my name (of the Glowormes) haue paid for your furr'd Gownes, thou Womans broker. No Sir, I scorne to bee beholding to any Glo-worme that liues vppon Earth for my furre: I can keepe my selfe warme without Glowormes. Canst sing Wood-pecker? come sing and wake 'hem. Wud you should well know it, I am no singing Woman. Howle then! sfoote sing, or howle, or Ile break your Estrich Egshell there. My Egge hurts not you, what doe you meane to fl rish so. Sing Madge, Madge, sing Owlet. How can I sing with such a sowre face—I am haunted with a caugh and cannot sing. One of your Instruments Mowntibankes, come, here clutch: clutch. Alas Sir, I'me an olde woman, and knowe not how to clutch an instrument. Looke marke too and fro as I it: make a noyse: its no matter: any hunts vp, to waken vice. I shall neuer rub it in tune. Will you scrape? So you will let me go into the parties, I will sawe, & make a noyse. Doe then: shatt into the parties, and part 'hem: shat my leane Lana.